We finished the puzzle after two or three hours. We listened to music as we worked on it, and didn’t talk very much except to remark now and then on the puzzle itself or whichever song happened to come on, on my brother’s playlist. Though after we’d finished the puzzle, and had gone back into the kitchen and the living room, where the rest of the family was, we started conversing again in a normal way, though not about anything very important, just about whatever happened to come up, meaning whatever we felt like, and whatever seemed to us cheerful and lighthearted, like memories we had of some moment or place or occasion that one of us had mentioned, or about the teams involved in the sporting competition that just then was being broadcast on TV, or about a dish that would soon need to be on the stove, and that one of us was responsible for preparing.